A nice breeze, with a few gusts. Few drops of rain. We heard a transformer blow in the neighborhood about 15 minutes ago, but we still have power. I relented and boarded up a few critical windows — Jennifer can be very persuasive.
Oma’s power (she lives a few miles northwest of here) is out already. She had vowed, in the event of an outage, to get in the car and head to Chicago, but I think she was expecting the storm to come before the power failure.
Why the power problems before the storm?